Nostalgia of the Minds Estate

Silence overwhelms my mind as the days pass and hours torture;
the indifference within my heart.
The sunlight dimly provokes the inner strength yet hapless I lie alone
in a shell of darkness within hell’s fury.
The ferocity within this infection of sadness bellows to the depths
of the most illustrious sea.
A mere collection of intermittent memories that instigate
the sensations of life’s manufactured deficiency allowing nothing
or anyone to prevail.
A malfunction of our vast capacity to comprehend the iniquities
that we suffer and whereas, they shall capture thy heart and thy soul.